...poetry is an elusive trickster
when i want it to be there
it disappears
when i want it to be there
it disappears
it does not respond
to command
to command
but instead
seems to live its own life
seems to live its own life
freely unconcerned
with what i want
with what i want
any sign of wanting
on my part
and it's off
hiding in the ether
enjoying the unformed realm
so what can i do?
i have no plan
not building a career
or a platform
not trying to be anything
not trying to be anything
or get anywhere
no
i simply have to follow the waves
to rise and fall
guided as they are
by some unseen hand
some mysterious intelligence
to rise and fall
guided as they are
by some unseen hand
some mysterious intelligence
the same intelligence that runs the whole show.
~
Photo - Mystic Meandering
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